BL’s final release of 2018 is a book called Nerds Like Us. It’s the full version of the story What I Like About You from the Beautiful Skin anthology. This story is low drama and angst, pure fun with a tad of kink.
Here is the blurb. Release Day for this story is December 6th!
Tagline: Will has the dumbest luck!
Will is a poor suburban white kid with no clue what he’ll do in life. When his nemesis exclaims, he’s sitting at the wrong table, Will braces himself for a punch that could alter his face. No amount of makeup would cover that up.
Enter James who is the handsome bisexual version of Richie Rich. Instead of burying his head in the books, his plans are derailed when he stops a bully from manhandling Will. Despite walking away, James makes up his mind he and the cutie will get better acquainted.
Although James rescued Will, he isn’t convinced the jock likes him. Not until the impromptu meeting at the mall snowballs into something more.
Will is the first guy to pique James’ interest. Extra kudos for wearing skinny jeans and nail polish. But will that nerd accept one of James’ kinks? Although the chances are high, James worries his valiant effort to save the dorky hottie will be wasted.
This book is a kinky, sexy, low-angst standalone with an adorable dork who has an affinity for guyliner, and a handsome stud who likes frilly things and cum play.
You have been warned!
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Here’s a small snippet from the story
“Will, you could… oh no.”
When Priscilla said that, I looked up to find my arch nemesis approaching… one of them anyway. Being smart and one of the few out gay guys, I’d drawn the ire of many bullies. This was especially true for Charlie Wisp, who seemed to have had it in for me ever since I’d known him.
How long? Oh, let’s see… six years, four months, twenty days, and a few hours, give or take. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought he was following me. He’d tortured me all throughout high school and into our first three years of college. Because I was going on scholarship and plenty of grants that I’d earned, I couldn’t afford to go anywhere else to school. Seemingly, neither could he.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Will Aaron,” Charlie said, smirking. “I believe you’re sitting at the wrong table, punk!”
“Wrong table? What do you mean? There’s no reserve sign.” I searched it, wondering if I’d missed something.
Charlie grabbed my collar. “You dipshit. It’s the wrong table because I wanna sit here!”
“Hey, fucktard, leave him alone!” Priscilla tried, pulling him off me.
“Aw, it’s so cute that your girl wants to stand up for you,” he spat.
I moved my head back, so I could catch my breath. Charlie needed mints to cover up that foul odor coming from his mouth. Since I wanted to save myself from getting pummeled, I wouldn’t bother offering any to him. I swallowed hard, wondering if anyone else would come to my defense. The idiots with Charlie were snickering, and everyone else stared or pulled out their phones to record. Obviously, they wanted to see me get jumped and post it on social media.
“Charlie, get off of him.” Priscilla was still tugging, but one guy in the entourage yanked her back.
“Let her go. This is between me and Charlie,” I screamed. “I’ll give you the table, just leave us alone.”
“Too late, Will. You didn’t leave fast enough.” Charlie cocked his fist.
I gulped and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact. I’d been beaten up by Charlie and others in the past, so this was nothing new. I hadn’t bothered to tell anyone because I wasn’t a tattletale. I could handle a black eye or a swollen jaw. I only had a year left anyway.
“Charlie!” Priscilla screeched.
“Hey, leave him alone.”
Just when I thought I’d feel my jaw being shattered by Charlie’s fist, a deep voice sounded from a distance. Cautiously, I opened one eye, noticing none other than James Marbury walking up. He dropped his book bag and made his way over, with a group of females following him.
Apparently, they were part of his fan club. He didn’t appear interested.
“What?” Charlie let me go and turned to meet James. “Who the fuck are you?”
“The man who will give you a fat lip if you don’t stop bothering him.” James rolled up his sleeves, and the cameras flashed.
The girls behind him sighed as if he were a movie star.
“You think you can beat me?”
“Think? I know.” James grabbed Charlie’s shirt and lifted him off his feet with ease. He was ready to unload.
“Oh shit! Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’ll leave the weasel alone.”
“You better.” James dropped the punk, and the moment his body hit the floor, he scampered away, and his crew ran after him. None of them wanted a piece of James Marbury.
I did, but not like that.
“Hey. Are you all right?” James asked me, while holding out his hand to help.
The ladies surrounded him.
“I’m, uh… I’m fine. Thanks.” I accepted his hand and got up.
James grinned and licked his lips. “You’re welcome. If he ever bothers you again, let me know. Next time, I won’t let him go.”
“Um… uh, okay.” I returned the smile. I couldn’t believe this man, this god, came to my defense. “I will.”
James nodded and stepped back. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”
Watching him stare at me like the meat he wanted to devour, the heat rushed to my cheeks. I rubbed the back of my neck and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah, I suppose you will.”
James picked up his backpack. “Good. And uh, Will?”
“You can always sit at my table,” he said, backing away. “Later.”
“Later.” I waved at him like a lost puppy.
James drifted out of sight, taking his fan club of about ten females with him.
“Oooh, I told you he’s got his eye on you.”
I nibbled on my lip for a moment, thinking Priscilla might be on to something. What if James Marbury truly was into me? He had to have interest since he came to my defense.
Or maybe he was just doing his good Samaritan duty.